An idea for Washington, DC

Or for any other American city that it; but it is especially appropriate for the nation's capital.

A Photographer Laureate.

Yes, yes a Photographer Laureate.

The idea, inspired by historically successful photographic projects including the Farm Security Administration's WPA photographers, the National Endowment for the Arts, and most directly by the City of Tampa's Public Art Program own Photographer Laureate Program (now seeking its 5th Laureate), would be for the DC Commission on the Arts and Humanities to create and fund the program to have each yearly Photographer Laureate create a "volume" or portfolio of their city-focused work which then would be added to the City's Public Art Collection.

The subject matter would be open but thematically focused on the city itself, and may include images of specific sites and subjects such as landmarks, landscapes, architecture, etc., or more peripheral themes such as portraits, cultural diversity, labor, industry, the arts, families, education, etc.

Over the course of time, the District's collection would accumulate (and hopefully display somewhere) a full, continously growing representation of the multiple and diverse perspectives of the various photographers' views of the District.

Tampa has a $25,000 budget for this that they give to their Photographer Laureate to deliver work over the year's period. Certainly the District could come up with a similar budget to accomplish this.

McLeod on the Outwin Boochever Portrait Competition

Deborah McLeod is the former Director of Exhibitions at the McLean Project for the Arts, a former Trawick Prize juror and currently resides in Baltimore, where she reviews art shows for the Baltimore City Paper. Below she writes about the Outwin Boochever Portrait Competition at the National Portrait Gallery.

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I wanted to write about the National Portrait Gallery Portrait Competition for several reasons that I should reveal before taking the plunge. The first impetus had much to do with my brother in law, Rick Weaver, and his response to the show as a perfection-driven mannerist painter as well as a participating artist; the second had to do with the thoughtful, if protectively benefit-of-the-doubt exhibition catalog essay by Dave Hickey, and a subsequent bombastic review by Blake Gopnik; the third involved my own personal uncertainties on arguing this far-ranging, provocative collection of works and the hope that writing about it might gather it into a justly disposing order, at least for me.

Unlike the rest of the collection in the NPG, this show is not entirely about people but rather emphasizes portraiture itself. There is a great deal of converse and protective snobbery going on in and around the idea and its evidence, and that makes it especially interesting. In place of the more common event of bringing mutually minded authors together in a proportionately stretched envelope that doesn’t pop the glue, the NPG exhibition is like an envelope’s version of the world map busted apart and splayed. It is an idiosyncratic face off between traditionalist and iconoclast, each an acquired taste... but not by each other.

In lieu of Dave Hickey pondering how Alice Neel, Elizabeth Payton, Alex Katz, John Currin or Julian Opie portraits have faired so gracefully and exceptionally in the annals of art, let us imagine each of those artists early in their career (when we don’t know them), having one piece in this show. Would they stand out above the fray, look like Blue Chippers from the get-go, without their support machinery? I think that is the good and bad of this show – it is a fray – and fair or not it holds every artist in it individually accountable for their predicament, not just for summation through a single creation, but for boisterous interventions from their neighbors’ works.

If one Googles portraits, as I expect Hickey did in anticipation of his essay, and probably Gopnik too, it is easy to become somewhat crestfallen on the subject. This subcategory coexists with serious art as a commercial product potentially barren of any hierarchy. Even the silver-haired Portrait Societies offer a rather irregular insider vetting system.

On the other hand, turning the fame filters off, as well as allowing each participant only one work to defend their entire oeuvre as this show does, presents an opportunity to consider the modern predicament of humanity as a crowd of ones, how we transcend familiarities and inequities to intermingle in the disquieting presence and identity of other unlike individuals. The sitters in this array are essentially characteristic-studies for these portraits’ purposes, once separated from prepared, recruited places above some mantle or headboard. They are hardly the vanity patrons of the past, but despite bringing their own personal baggage to the studio, are principally the contrivance of the artist, just as it all is in Hickey’s “urban” art world.

This fluid exhibition diverts into two modes which relate to but barely coincide with Hickey’s breakdown of self, family and stranger. The two reduced to a nutshell genres are romanticism and journalism, with the latter being the most prevalent by far. Most of the artists demonstrate an aesthetic weaned on current event type shots, foreground personas posed in the aftermath of some notification, censure or honor (Jennifer Kryczka, Ginny Stanford, William Lawrance, Sharon Sprung, Armando Dominguez, and Amber Kappes incline in this direction), or candidly snapped in the midst of an event or phenomenon (Tina Myon, Bryan Drury, Jared Joslin), or looking provokingly antagonized by a recent adversity or long privation (Doug Auld’s overtly sensationalistic Shayla, Jenny Dubnau, Nathanial Lang, Catherine Prescott, Costa Vavagiakis’ poignant, palliative Arthur VI, and the epic portrait by James Seward).
There is no shortcoming in the close-up and personal stylistic approach. It is honest visual orientation that appropriately documents its period and place in this show. The subject’s location, far from being nowhere in time and space, is conventionally anticipated in an accompanying record; the “human interest” write-up. An imagined byline supplies the necessary rest in this cultural example. But there are many works of this sort that do involve journalistic backdrop compositions, even if reality is radicalized, or tampered with, such as David Lenz’s cover image, so I find it curious to read that Hickey feels the show bereft of them.

The romanticism of the portrait competition arrives in a variety of forms. But these forms are generally stitched together by the artists’ various indications of intimacy. Among this group are the most and least successful works in the show. Intimacy is a trap of sorts for the viewer. The most horrific example of romantic intimacy is Steve DeFrank’s Lite-Brite peg painting of his naked Mom and Dad aglow in acid green aura. It is retro brilliant in the way it envelopes the inauspicious subject in abject distaste. But it can’t be looked at for long, which could also mean DeFrank may one day be arranging for his Annie Leibowitz shooting. Other brands of portrait intimacy head for the more richly entwined emotions of empathy, tenderness and desire. This group does contain my personal favorites: Kris Kuksi’s utterly exquisite, fraught little Portrait of George Guillaume, the super-sized conning innuendo of Nina Levy’s hovering baby’s Large Head, the obscure, disorienting predicament that presents in Tina Newberry’s Epaulettes. The non-portrait by Nuno deCampos Magnet #3 whose stance, electrocardiograph dress, and taste in magnets and dinner options gives me much more satisfying information then Demi Raven’s useless, if au courant, absurdity, Monster v.4.

Above all, for me, is Joe and James by Brett Bigbee, which rivetingly flies above several late painters without ever exacting one in particular as it presents its two boyhood protagonists. Bigbee’s characters are inscrutable in some ways and on the other hand they are vulnerable, proud, predetermined, self-protective. Skinny boy-sphinxs, formed, but still waiting to be formed. And, because I’m drawn to the living film-strip format Sara Pedigo arranges in Winter to Spring, where the home milieu takes center stage periodically as the portrait, I would add this modest delight to my list.

I am however lost to understand what about Young Marriage by Justin Hayward garnered it a Commendation from the selection committee. It is sterile and self-conscious, bordering on that silly surrealist blip in time that we apparently just cannot shake, where special effects and unlikely attributes protect everyone from emotion.

The two paintings that Hickey identified as valorous and ennobling, by David Larned and Richard Weaver, are indeed. But, I cite that respectfully. What I shall say about their shared eloquent sensibility is how they each uniquely express in these portrayals a quiet, mythic longing, outside of time – in the fable of the resigned young woman who desires, in introspective solitude, something perceived as unattainable, or a liberator that doesn’t know of her whereabouts. This nineteenth century romantic intimacy seems silently signified in every line, shadow, curve and attribute, as it would have been then, its full story semi-disclosed in subtle clues. The subject may languish for requiring her dream, but her dream doesn’t languish for a byline.

The Outwin Boochever Portrait Competition’s in-depth coverage presents the choice conundrum for painters of people, and viewers of painting. That people do live subjectively as subjects, not objectively as objects, their stories are not symbols but allegories, even in the flashbulb fix of the news item. The artists that take them on do so that their art may track down the unruly and unfathomable interpretation of identity. If the NPG had settled on a collection of works that favored a particular sensibility or aesthetic, it might easily have slid backwards in time to become that silver haired European salon experience that one finds in their older installations. Their competition is made much more interesting, fresh, and thoroughly American by all the contrary, discordant arguments in their rooms. One needn’t find them all agreeable. To your corners now.

Deborah McLeod

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The Outwin Boochever Portrait Competition Exhibition at the National Portrait Gallery in Washington, DC runs through February 17, 2007.

The U.S./Japan Creative Artists Program

Deadline: February 1, 2007

This program offers an opportunity for contemporary and traditional artists from the U.S. to spend a 5 months residency in Japan. The focus of the program is to foster cultural understanding.

The program is open to professional creative artists in the following fields: artistic directors of dance or theater companies, choreographers, solo theater artists, media artists, designers, architects, visual artists, composers, playwrights, fiction and nonfiction writers. Open to U.S. citizens or permanent residents. Artists receive a monthly stipend for living expenses, funding for housing, and professional support services. Round-trip transportation (up to $6,000) is also provided. Application deadline: February 1, 2007. For more information, contact:

Japan-US Friendship Commission
1201 15th St., NW, Ste. 330
Washington, DC 20005

Peter Panse Trial Ends

Remember the case of Peter Panse, the upstate New York art teacher suspended over drawing classes, nudes and a ton of other allegations?

Well... The Times-Herald Recond reports that

A year, half a dozen days of testimony, and untold amounts of taxpayers' money later, Middletown High School art teacher Peter Panse gets a 15-day suspension without pay and will return to the classroom by mid-February.

School district officials sought to fire Panse, who has tenure, accusing him of bringing sex into his high school classroom and violating district policy by offering students a figures drawing class — which would include the use of nude models — off campus and for his profit.

An administrative law judge who heard testimony over the course of four sporadic months ruled Jan. 8 that Panse did violate the no-solicitation policy, but that the district failed to prove the teacher's talk of nude-model drawing rose to the level of sexual inappropriateness. In his ruling, Joel M. Douglas found that the testimony of some of the district's key witnesses was "evasive, vague and ambiguous."

Read the whole story here.

A Woman's Eye...

My good friend Sharon Burton from Authentic Art DC has a really good posting with loads of photos and an excerpt from Mike Giuliano's review in the Arts Section of The Columbia Flier on the opening reception for the exhibition View from a Woman's Eye at the Columbia Art Center.

Botero in DC

If my memory serves me right, Fernando Botero's career started accidentally in Washington, DC in the 1950s.

And now my good friend Jack Rasmussen, who runs the American University Museum at the Katzen is bringing Botero's most controversial work to the Katzen.

Read it all here.

WOW!

Opportunity for Artists

"Sex Issue" exhibition at Projekt30.

Announcing the second annual "Sex Issue" exhibition at Projekt30. An exhibition showcasing fine artists exploring or commenting upon issues of gender and sexuality in our society. We are accepting work ranging from the personal, to the political, to the near-pornographic. The exhibition will be publicly juried: All artwork submitted will be presented February 2-13, 2007 so visitors may help select what will be included, unlike other juried exhibitions everyone receives exposure. The final exhibition will consist of work from 30 artists. It will run from Valentines Day, February 14 to April 15th, 2007. Mailings will be distributed to over 50,000 galleries, collectors, and fellow artists. Fee: $35 for up to 10 images. Go to: this website for complete details or to www.projekt30.com to apply online.